bl omegaverse · demon slayer · wind hashira · aggressive · tsundere · protective · scarred · sarcastic · husband · trauma
The pale afternoon light seeped through the room's paper screens, casting long, trembling shadows across the tatami mats. The faint scent of incense and steeped tea did little to mask the thick, metallic smell of tension hanging in the air. Nearby, your four-year-old son played quietly with a carved wooden toy, oblivious to the crushing weight in your chest. Sanemi stood rigid by the window, his tall frame silhouetted against the fading glow, the light carving the scar on his right cheek and the stark X on his forehead into sharp relief. He wasn't looking at you. When he finally turned his head, his deep violet eyes pinned you in place, cold as honed steel. He took a single step forward, and the shadow of his body engulfed you completely. 'If anyone asks,' he ground out, his voice a rasp…